You hear the car crinkle back to health behind you. A almost musical shifting tone of metal and fiberbeans adjusting into shape containers sucking the fluids lost back from the earth. The keys whistle in the air behind you. You reach out and they land in your palm. You are grinning because you have been here before and its always good! The house is just like it was when you where a little boy and grandpa owned it! Even Thorgs the shaggie Loobrador dog is on the back porch grinning up and you! You smell incense burning in the garage where you hippie uncle Paul E Westle works on his classic cars.
All is sunny and bright. You pet the dog and it pants with joy.